After receiving an answer to the third question, Ervis got up and left shortly thereafter. \*kanshugecom^\看书^門*

"You won't regret the decision you made, Mr. Chongyang. He said before leaving.

Chongyang smiled.

In the face of the unknown, it takes a lot of courage to make such a choice, but he thought about it very well, and felt that it was a hurdle both horizontally and vertically, and if someone took the initiative to help him, he should pull it hard. As for settling accounts or bargaining after the fact, that has to be said after the fact.

Jarvis came and went quickly, like a whirlwind, leaving only half a cup of tea still warm. Chongyang was stunned for half a moment at this half cup of tea, feeling that after all, he couldn't pin all his hopes on this whirlwind, so he still went out to find Elder Richard.

As a result, the elders were not there.

As an important figure in the Magical Society, it is not surprising that he left the Mage Tower to run errands elsewhere. Chongyang wanted to meet but didn't make an appointment, so it was natural to encounter this situation.

Running out of ideas, Chongyang sighed at the sky and returned to his residence. Everything that needs to be done has been done, and now there is nothing to toss except to go back and continue to practice wholeheartedly.

In the afternoon of the same day.

Two strange men visited Chongyang's residence, one of them was a young tutor from Prisland whom Chongyang did not know, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray robe and a bowler fur hat with a cold face, who was an investigative official sent by the referee's association.

"I'm Arthur @ Gergier. The chief examiner in charge of this investigation. The middle-aged man briefly introduced himself. Get straight to the point.

He pulled out a black notebook and a green quill pen. While asking various questions to Chongyang. While taking a quick note. Thereinto. Quite a few of the questions are very acute. But there are also some issues that seem inconsequential.

Chongyang answered appropriately one by one.

Although it feels too comfortable to be interrogated like this. But in general. I didn't see anything wrong. Arthur's censorship of the official land is certainly acute. The scale can be grasped properly. It's not excessive. And there are questions he doesn't want to answer or can't answer, and he doesn't demand it.

: From beginning to end. The censor has a poker face. Leave immediately after asking the question. The status of the investigation was not disclosed. It is only said that the organization to which it belongs will hear the results of the review in the afternoon of the next day.

Chongyang returns to the house after bidding farewell to Inquisitor Arthur. Seeing that Luo Yang and Gaiasis were both looking at him worriedly.

"It's okay......" Chongyang smiled reluctantly, comforted the two brothers in turn, and went upstairs silently.

When it's hard, time flies slowly. But at the end of the day, you will feel that time flies too quickly.

In the afternoon of the next day, Chongyang went to Prisland College on time. Luo Yang and Gaia Heath wanted to accompany them, but Chongyang politely refused.

If the results of the review determine that he is out, his expression will definitely be ugly, and he doesn't want his brother to see such an ugly self.

Stepping into Presland again, Chongyang's mood was as gloomy as the sky and as irritable as the dark clouds containing thunder.

Pointing at the students on the road, ignoring them completely. He walked straight to the small auditorium, where the results of the review were announced.

Compared to the large auditorium, which is large enough to accommodate the entire college's student tutors, the small auditorium is small and simple, but it is used much more frequently than the large auditorium. Usually small student activities, or regular mentor meetings, etc., are held here.

Chongyang walked into the small hall and saw that the interior was empty. He strolled to the podium at the front of the auditorium, and sat down at random to wait for the inquisitor to arrive.

About five minutes later, there was a lot of laughter and conversation from the back of the auditorium.

"Hey, who's sitting there?" a mocking voice rang out as footsteps approached.

"Isn't it just a unique great figure in the history of our academy - repeaters, who have deliberately echoed the yin and yang weirdness.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Chongyang turned his head to look and noticed the silver badge on the right arm of these student robes - members of the student council!

Presumably, these people know about the game and the review, and they came here at this time to see the embarrassment of being kicked out of the Empire Tournament repeaters.

The members of the student union sat down not far from the other side of Chongyang, you said, I said, mocking and sarcastic Chongyang, and felt that the arrogant repeater finally ended up like this, which is really happy.

Chongyang didn't care about the boring ridicule of these people, but when he heard what these people said, he was sure that he would definitely not pass this censorship, and he felt more and more uneasy.

The members of the student council gradually increased, and they all sat aside, waiting to see the happy scene of the repeater who had made a big fuss in the student council and seriously injured the president in the Empire Tournament to be judged to have used improper means to kick out of the game.

Chongyang was uneasy at first, but then his mood completely calmed down, allowing the words next to him to be noisy, and he stood still like a rock.

This situation didn't last long because a mentor came.

The moment Shalena appeared in the small hall, the noise of the student council members stopped. All kinds of eyes fell on this beauty tutor, and I watched her stride until she walked to the seat next to the black-haired young man and sat down dignifiedly.

Silent.

The members of the Student Council, especially the boys, stared in disbelief, wondering why Tutor Shalena had come here and sat next to the repeaters!?

"Chongyang ......" Shalena looked at the young man's face beside her, "It's a pity." ”

Chongyang didn't say a word.

Then, more instructors silently walked into the auditorium, and all of them deliberately sat not far from Shalena and Chongyang, or with straight faces or frowns, accompanying the two to be silent.

The members of the student council were intimidated by the aura exuded by these mentors. One by one, they were silent, and they vaguely felt that things might not be as simple as they originally thought.

Chongyang, who had listened to Prince Lawrence's analysis, understood that these were the people in the academy who were disgusted with the current ruling faction. At this time, to appear here is to show one attitude, to make another voice.

There was a dead silence in the auditorium, and the student council members who were still chattering no longer dared to be loud and presumptuous.

Although they are a privileged class among students, students are students after all, and it is impossible to continue laughing when they see a group of tutors next to them in a serious silence. What's more, among these mentors, there are many high-ranking mentors like Shalena.

Ordinary tutors can't help the members of the student council, but a tutor of the level of Shalena, as long as he finds a reason, wants to teach and punish, or even confine, he can do it.

The students were feeling pressured, and some were beginning to regret coming here to join in the fun.

Just as some students were about to slip away, there were footsteps and conversations coming from the front door, and another group of tutors came.

These tutors were obviously different from Salena and the others, all of them looked natural, relaxed and happy, and sat down on the side of the student council members. And when they talked and laughed, they showed disdain and contempt for Shalena and other mentors on the other side.

The students looked at each other and tried to talk to the instructors who were sitting not far from them, and received a very kind response.

The auditorium was noisy again.

More and more people walked into the auditorium and were silent, so that Chongyang and Shalena were on their side. Most of them laughed and sat down next to the student council members. The entire auditorium gradually divided into two distinct camps

It wasn't until the West German tutor wearing a monocle walked in, wearing a dark blue cloth robe, black-rimmed glasses, with a square face, and not angry and arrogant, that the voices of the noisy party in the auditorium suddenly froze.

The old professor's eyes swept behind his black-rimmed glasses, and he saw the black-haired young man sitting at the front on the left striding over.

The West German mentor followed him quietly.

"Professor Cezel......" Salena got up to greet the old man when she saw him coming. The other silent instructors all stood up one after another, looking at the old man with a heartfelt respect in their eyes.

The father of the West German mentor and the current spiritual leader of the opposition in the academy, Professor Zel@Bacht, nodded lightly to Shalena and the other mentors, and then turned to Chongyang, who was the last to stand up, and stared at his face.

Chongyang also seriously beat this old man who was so determined that he stubbornly resisted the ruling faction until now after Cranred left office. After a few moments, salute him heartily.

"It's an honor to meet you, Cizer. ”

"I'm glad to have you too, strong boy. Professor Cezel smiled slightly, the corners of his old mouth pulling up a gentle arc that did not quite match his upright face.

"It's a pity to see you closed like this. We tried our best to change this outcome, but unfortunately ......"

"Professor, the matter is not yet final, so you should make up your mind. Chongyang interrupted Professor Cezel's words, his expression resolute.

Cizer was slightly stunned, and then a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

“...... Chongyang, we accompany you to see the end. ”

The old man sat down on the other side of Chongyang, sitting upright and upright just like his person. It is like a century-old tree, even if it is old, it is as hard as ever.

At this time, the eyes of the other tutors became a little complicated, and they showed a mixture of disgust and awe for Professor Cizer.

Silence returned to the auditorium, but within a few minutes, the silence was broken again.

A group of more than a dozen instructors entered the auditorium, apparently clustered around a man in a green striped robe who walked in front. The man had deep eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and his brown and red hair was neatly combed and shimmering.

Without observing the man's eyes, Chongyang could vaguely recognize some traces similar to Antonio from his appearance. Obviously, this person should be the current supreme ruler of Prisland - Augustine @Byrne.

Looking at the appearance of this royal relative so young, it can be inferred that he must have spent a lot of effort on maintenance.

Cream "old" raw. Chongyang came up with such a word in his heart.

Maybe it was a preconception, so he didn't like it at first sight. At second glance, I saw the nominal "Acting Dean" Sarson @Thord following him respectfully, and his disgust suddenly increased.

Augustine's expression was indifferent, and he naturally had a sense of spirit. Surrounded by the people in power, he sat in the front row near the podium, along with Salson and several other people in higher positions.

Professor Cizer did not squint, and Augustine raised his head slightly. The two never looked at each other, but everyone was vaguely aware of the fierce collision between the leaders of the two factions.

The opposition and those in power gathered together for the review of the results of a game, filling the space with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Finally, the gray-robed and fur-hated Censor Arthur, with a cold face, and several other censors, came to the scene.

A hint of triumph appeared on Augustine's face.

Seeing the censors walking towards the rostrum in shiny leather boots, Augustine's mentors all showed varying degrees of smugness, glancing contemptuously at Professor Cizer and the others, who were as silent as a mountain.

Without Cranred, you're just a dish, let us eat, throw us, fish and meat at will.

Naked contempt.

While the people behind him were enjoying another victory for the ruling faction, Augustine, who was the leader, was thinking further in his mind and had begun to think about how to calculate further when the obscure old fellow returned.

What about the legendary mage? Haven't you been ousted by me? Haven't you given me the opportunity to play around?

Augustine pondered, imagining Cranred's angry, sad, helpless, and frustrated look of a loser, the corners of his mouth curled more and more, and his chest was filled with a great sense of accomplishment.

There's nothing more refreshing than defeating a powerful but stupid magician.

When he saw Censor Arthur walk up to the podium and open the papers, Augustine turned his head and looked at the two people that Cranreid trusted across from him—an old fool and a little madman.

This old and young is proof of the stupidity of the legendary mage. Augustine waited with great pleasure to admire the look of failure on both faces when the results were announced.

No matter how well it is disguised, at the moment of being hit, something will always be revealed. What he likes to do is capture those moments, and then treasure them in his memory and relive them over and over again.

On the podium, Presiding Judge Arthur read out the conclusion of the examination in a flat voice to all the witnesses present in the auditorium, as well as to the parties themselves.

“...... Adhering to the objective and impartial position, after careful investigation and evidence collection, the review team, in the name of the General Referee Association, determined the victory or defeat of the match between Chongyang @ Bright and Fairly @ Armstrong...... Chongyang @Bright did not use any improper means, and Fairly @Armstrong's admission of defeat is valid!"

Loud and sound.

Words and sentences are like hammers hitting everyone's hearts.

Professor Cizer was stunned, Tutor Shalena was stunned, and Sarson and the others were completely wide-eyed.

The smile on Augustine's lips froze, his face froze, and his eyes flashed with stunned, incredulous colors.

"Credible", "not used", "admitting defeat is valid", these key words and phrases hit his dazed brain like a pendulum, and like a slap in the face, constantly slapping his self-righteous face.

Why is that?

It shouldn't be like this!

Everything is in order, the president of the referee will personally guarantee it! This damn eye-catching repeater is going to be kicked out!

Augustine couldn't figure out how the result of the obvious affirmation could become a different one!

Censor Arthur on the stage lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't notice the stiff atmosphere in the audience, and continued to read rigidly.

“...... Chongyang @ Bright successfully advanced to the third round, and Fairly @ Armstrong entered the repechage schedule. At this point, the announcement is complete, and I thank your organization and the parties for their active cooperation during the investigation. ”

After saying that, Judge Arthur bowed slightly, stepped down, and walked away with the other officials who had been silent.

Time seemed to stand still in the entire auditorium, and there was an incredible aura in the air.

Until a soft laugh rang out.

Everyone unconsciously followed the prestige, only to see Chongyang covering his mouth with one hand, smiling lightly, and a little complicated light surging in his eyes.

"It seems that I am really a ...... Someone with a lot of luck. ”